Clark agreed with Arthur; they were technically stealing the key, not that Delia really had much right to object after the two had saved her life. The amnesiac had implicitly recognized this theft as well, as he set some of his gold by the statue. However, a sudden noise of metal crashing on metal interrupted their conversation, immediately followed by the scream of the guard of this establishment.

“AAAAAH!”

The pair went outside in time to see the man running off along with the cause of the crashing noise. It was Roland, who had impacted the now bloody and unconscious Geoff in his spiked ball form. Based on the fact that Gordon could be seen in the distance running up to them, Arthur deduced that the fat spiked man had been kicked at Geoff like he had experienced earlier.

Roland unfurled himself and wasted no time. “Hand over the key,” he told Arthur in a threatening tone.

“How did you even find us so quickly?” Clark asked, incredulous at the situation unfolding before them.

The small man grinned and responded with two words: “your employer.”

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In the basement, while Arthur, Clark and Geoff were heading towards the Hall of Fishmongers, Delia had taken a moment to plan her actions. She was amazed Geoff left like that; she really would have protected him from the chief, but the former city guard was insistent on going. The businesswoman began heading for the exit herself, but she was blocked in the staircase by the man who had answered the door earlier, now armed with a knife. She considered retreating back into the basement, but the voice of Gordon behind her dissuaded the woman from doing so.

“Give me one good reason why we shouldn’t kill you now."

Delia sighed; she knew there was only one way out of this. “I know where one of the keys is.”